Unemployed Hearts

Chapter 2

Two Weeks later...
What was I? Legal advisor or Personal secretary?

Was I late, again? Damn yeah! Not just 'again', but for the fortieth day, and not the normal 'late', 'late' as in super-duper late.
On my way I kept telling myself, ‘Run Liana, run! Run like David Crowe just proposed you.
Wait. But I'd be too stunned to move in that case.
Run like there's a mad dog after you! That would be better’

You must be thinking 'Now who the hell is this David Crowe?' Well, let’s just say he was the most incredibly cute and the nicest man I had ever met. I’ll get to that later.

So I was in hurry. And whenever I'm in hurry the most possible outcome was I trip. So the tradition was continued.

And I tripped.

"You know human beings can't fly, don't you?" I saw a pair of black shiny shoes. A hand came in for help which was coming directly out of Brandon Grate's shoulders. "Is it your habit to trip or just something you love doing?" Amusement was flickering like glitter in his eyes and a frown was plastered on my face as if I just saw a gutter.
"I don't trip. I just do some random gravity checks. Have any problem with that? Will you throw me out for that as well?" I wasn't in my best mood that day and ever since that asshole became the CEO, my life had been a living hell.
I cleaned my wrinkled skirt and the sleeves of my jacket. "Here. The Samuel and Sons agreement." I handed him the file. "And please, make note of it- never call me at midnight to prepare a report or for any other thing. I won't work beyond my office hours." He went through the file.
"Good Job, Truffle girl. I'm proud of you." He totally ignored my sentiments and went on his way to his dad's office to claim all the appreciation I deserved. It wasn't even my work but still I had to stay awake for the entire night to prepare that damn report.

He turned on his toes to face me again while I was mentally cursing him, praying God to kill him right away. "And Liana, can you please just clean my desk? There is a lot of unnecessary stuff. Just make sure they are not there the next time I enter my office." But obviously, if god had to be so kind to me he wouldn't have shitified my career so much.
“And Lianna!” he turned once again and yelled my name right in the corridor.
“Now what?!” If I say irritation in my voice was clearly palpable then that would be an understatement.
“Nothing. Get back to work.” My inner demon was pushing me to smack right across his grinning face. I don’t know why I was tolerating all this. He so made me wanna leave that job.

Suddenly all those horrible memories came back in front of my eyes. All those reasons why I couldn't stick to a single job came to me one by one.


Richard Enterprises

I had horrible cold that day and the moment I entered the office my boss stood in my way. My headache and his gestures were making the deadliest dishes in my head.
Raymond Lenin, the manager, said, “Liana, this is difficult, but I have to lay you or Jack off.”
“Then jack off! I have a hell of a headache right now.” I wasn’t in my best mood that day.
After that I was at home for two months.


Woods Cooperation

The spoilt brat of Mr. Woods took over the company after his death and he started screwing almost every lady in the office. I think it should be his picture on the cover page of playboy magazine instead of those poor cloth-less tramps.
I came to the office for the last time to pack my stuff. Then came the hotty whose charm had no impact on me. It felt so good that I had better standards than any other hot looking lady in the entire office. He came to me and leaned on my desk with his hands folded in front of his chest, trying to look intimidating.

Ha ha! As if.

“Who said that just because I tried to kiss you, you could neglect to do your work around here?” Jason Woods asked me the same question for the  second time.
“My self esteem. See you in courtroom” but this was the first time I responded when I was done with my packing.
It wasn't hard to beat him in the court but the verdict was just surprising. He went away with that easily. But after two months a letter came with an apology in it and a compensation check. And the Amount had quite a few zeros in it. This was followed by couple of coffee offers, bouquets, and several gifts.

There was a family discussion on that:

Billy & Dad: let's keep it. We can get the garage fixed and the clinic rebuilt. And Anna you can go for shopping as much you want.
Mom, being her real mature self held a strong opinion in this debate: Return the check. It's a matter of dignity.

Mom won.


I realized I had no time to get zoned out into those depressing flashbacks. I hurried to Brandon Grate's office and started cleaning the stuff. If he wouldn't have blackmailed me about throwing me out of work my life would have been so different.
Do this! Do that! Who the hell he thinks he is? Why do all the selfish, perverts, arrogant, stupid, insane people have to have authority over me. I was regretting my decision to offer my help to Vanessa. I was happily unemployed but I had to take up this stupid job to prove something to my family. And there she was having the time of life with her little twins.
Cute little babies! Aww.

But here was picking up paper bits spread all around the place. Crumpled sheets, files, and folders, stationery, everything was lying here and there. I bent under the desk to pick up the fallen things.
"Brandon?" someone came and I stood up under the desk, as a result hurting my head.
"Ouch!" I came out of the desk properly, with my hands on my head, only to see the man of my dreams in front of my eyes.
I was flabbergasted. Violins and guitars started playing in the background. A chill breeze blew my hair and the sheets kept on the desk, refreshing my soul to its core.
"Liana, what are you doing here?" David asked.
I looked here and there. Then I realized he was talking to me.
"You're talking to me?" I asked with goggling eyes, still my hands were over my head. But my eyes were entirely focused on him. His cute nose, dark eyelashes, black hair gave him a very boyish outlook.
"I don't see anyone else around here." And I giggled. (Thought: what the hell is wrong with me? and why the hell am I beaming at him so much?)
I stopped giggling, and cleared my throat. That was seriously lame. "Mr. Grate has given me some work." I couldn't tell him I was cleaning the place. That would have been so embarrassing.
"Brandon or Uncle Shane?" He asked but this time with a frown.
"Brandon." I told him.
"Are you alright? Why is your hand on your head? Are you hurt or something?" David seemed concerned; he came closer.

Holy-Mary-Jesus-God!
Why did he have to be so caring and adorable, all at the same time? His eyes were settled on my head where my hands were placed.
"Mind if I see?" he was asking genuinely. I nodded. David came closer and his odor filled my nose deep to the end of wind pipe, wherever it ends. I couldn’t maintain my composure. It was so hard to contain so much happiness all at the same time.
That was the best moment in my life. Until-

"What are you doing? Searching for lice in her hair?" Until that horrible Brandon barged into the most beautiful moment in my entire life.
But it felt so good to see that David didn't move even when Brandon had come in. he had pressed his hand over the injured area.
"She got hurt, Brandon, while doing your stupid work. Grow up some time, will you?" A sly smile formed on my face when I saw David defending me. How much more good life could be.

And then Brandon saw that stupid smile on my face which he responded with a grin.
"But the room is still not clean." Damn! Why did Brandon have to say that?
The smile was off my face by now and turned red. So much more red than it already was from being near David Crowe.
"Okay. Now it's fine. Thank you, Mr. Crowe." And I ran out of the room.

He was my first crush ever since the entire Jonny McGraw high school thing. I felt like a stupid teenager and no one knew about this little secret except for Vanessa, Mellissa, Amanda, Peter, Billy and Joseph. These were the people with whom I shared that every single detail about my life including my parents.

David Crowe was Brandon Grate's cousin and the head of legal board. Technically he was my real boss. Brandon was just taking advantage of the situation. David was one of the reasons why I didn't want to lose the job at CRATS. He was the reason why I smiled at that job even after tolerating all the bossiness from Brandon Grate.
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Why was I so mean to Blondes?

It had turned into a daily habit of Brandon to leave the entire work load on me and run away for parties with his blonde girlfriend. Brandon often told me how he had met her for the first time and how hot she was. Like I didn't know. I still had the vivid memory of that entire cake scene.
They both had probably sorted out their lame fight. He told me he had to buy a diamond set for her to make up for that fight. And next day they were making out in the exactly same cabin where he was telling me the stories of his dearly beloved while I was setting his files in order.

So how they met for the first time, and how 'beautiful' it was...

She was a show-stopper for some latest car inauguration type thing. Brandon was there.
Eye-contact.
Smiles exchanged
After the show, numbers exchanged.
After that, obviously multiple make-out sessions, and him buying her expensive gifts.

And he knew her for only three weeks.

It was time for Mr. Grate Sr. to bring Mr. Grate Jr. back in line. He was called to his office where I was assisting David which was as dreamy as being in heaven. Half of the times I had to slap myself from falling unconscious.

Though Shane was a very cool boss, he was a very stringent father. He said, "Brandon, I have complaints regarding you. Looks like you've been missing a lot of work lately."

"I wouldn't say I've been 'Missing' it. Dad! You know me well. I can never miss it. And in case someday I do miss it I’ll come to work." Crazy Brandon replied. “But the possibility of that happening is really bleak.” He tried to mock his father's professional expression.
"Brandon, don't make me regret about my decision to make you the CEO. I'm answerable to thousands of people. You better buckle up. Am I clear?" Mr. Grate said.
Brandon was obviously taking all that way too casually. "Yup! May I leave now?"
But the lecture was fruitful to some extent. Brandon stayed at office for longer periods of time. But being his puppet I had to do all the things he was missing.

"Just take her to a spa or salon. You can also take some time off this way." He wanted me to babysit his girlfriend in her free time.
"And you'll do all my office work?" I asked, expectantly.
"No." he replied. "But I'll let you work here even when your cousin comes back. You can be the permanent member of the advisory board. I can talk to David. If you know what I mean."

There I was stuck with his blonde girlfriend and her blonde girlfriend in a tanning salon.
Waverly (Brandon's GF) ordered me, “Hold our bags.” No seriously! If she really couldn’t carry a bag filled with her nonsense cosmetics then why the hell did she have to carry them everywhere?
It weighted like a thousand tones.
Marie (Waverly's BFF) chirped, “Thanks for calling Wave. It's really nice of you to pay for both of us.” Waverly shrugged, “I know, right? She chirped. 
I practically rolled my eyes. Okay so our hot Wave just needed someone to pay for her really important expenses and someone with good contacts. Yeah! Sounds real romantic.
She turned to the cashier.” A tan for two please."
'Please'? Really? I don’t remember her saying that to me when she handed me her bags.
Cashier checked something on computer. “Okay. Hold on.” She filled the form and asked the two of them, “Are you two sisters?”
After listening to their response, I lost my faith in humanity and god and turned atheist.


“No! We aren't even Catholics.”
Marie and Waverly started giggling like lame bimbos. Oops! I forgot. They were lame bimbos. The cashier and I shared the same pity look and shook our heads at both of them.

Whenever, it came to blondes I’m quite judgmental. I never had any good experience with blonde girls.
My mom's sister, Aunt Jolene and her cheerleader daughters, Lily and Mily, were the blondest females I'd ever seen in my entire life. And they weren't the nicest ones. Aunt Jolene had some problem. She just couldn't mind her own business. My father and I were so fed-up that we called her family the Out-laws.
Aunt Jolene, always chanting, "My Lily and Mily are so beautiful. My Lily and Mily are so talented. My Lily and Mily are so successful. My Lily and Mily's boyfriends are so handsome. My Lily and Mily, Lily & Mily......" Lily and Mily, bullshit.
When I was little those two brats used to pull my hair. "Take off that wig. We know you're bald." During summers I was forced by my mom to visit the outlaw and my entire vacations were wasted in their attic which was a home to several lizards and other unknown creatures.
She always tried to demoralize my mom. That was why dad and I hated her so much. So my history with blondies was not that beautiful.


Okay, it was horrible, a nightmare, disgusting and I hated them.

And Brandon managed to fit in that category because he was naturally a blonde. I saw his baby pictures in his dad's office.
Color them as much you want Brandon. I've already seen the devil you really are.
                                    
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